Life is rosy, so they say. Most of our dreams, a part from the few nightmares, are rosy. I am reminded of my early childhood days when I envisioned a perfect mental picture of my picture. As days turned into weeks and weeks into months and months into years, I now look back and feel satisfied that I dared to dream. Not all my dreams have come true; but the few that have come to pass make life worth living.
Now that I am steadily moving toward my sunset years, like Caleb of the bible, I am stirred up to dream again and again. After all, life begins at 40, so they say. Hence, my new life just began a few years ago. I keep dreaming except that my current dreams are not similar to my ECD days. I now dream to make the world a better place for the young dreamers. Every decision and action I make has an impact that could be negative or positive. My desire, and I hope every body's desire is to leave a legacy.
Life is rosy, keep dreaming!
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